In this, if I may say so, book, told to us by Z. Travilo, there is nothing special. This is not a book, but, most likely, a mediocre recording of tales and incidents that took place. Of course, the impudence of Z. Travilo in persistently offering himself to the market of the modern slave trade, literature, cannot but outrage the civilized reader, accustomed to ladies' detective stories that provide excellent food for the mind. Or I would write, like everyone else, erotic stories, more and more interesting. And so you have no plot, no tears, just narcissism. The reviews (I'm sure I bought them) are worth it! However, the author does not hide the fact that he used connections and shameless cronyism to publish his empty tales. Alas, everything is bought and sold these days. We recommend that you absolutely do not touch this vulgar book with your hands, hide it from children, burn it without reading it, buy it and throw it in the nearest trash bin. And spit after her. Brief information about the author: a suspicious and dubious person.